Poetry: Memories of November 28, 29

By RODA TAJON
www.nordis.net

Eleven years and the blood stains
Still paint a picture of tears

Overt, it screams explicitly
The quench for truth buried deep
Underneath the steel coffins.
Elusive, no inch of light
Touches the loamy, old soil.
Weeds grew in perplexity
Waiting, waiting but nothing

Came. The vultures instead feast
From the flesh and skulls and bait
While widows and orphans wail
In gloom and frustration, eyes
Succumb in pain, dry wryly.

Eleven years and the blood stains
Still paint a picture of wrath
No one could unlearn and heal
Until the vultures are reaped! #nordis.net

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